Avatar XXX: Tales of the Earth Kingdom

The head of the freedom fighter bobbed up and down the thick shaft of the group’s leader with fervour. Her mouth was in the middle of intense worshipping, wrapping her skilled tongue around the girthy shaft of her fearless leader. His hand was on her shaggy brown hair, pulling at the coarse locks with the same consistency as dried hay. Smellerbee moaned as she felt Jet’s strong fingers pulling against her scalp. Her cunt was drooling between her thin legs, dripping onto the wooden floor of Jet’s room in their hideout. She plunged downwards, swallowing Jet’s gargantuan rod of fuckmeat to the base. The freedom fighter held herself there for several seconds, swallowing hard to constrict her throat around the throbbing, twitching member. Her tongue pressed into his throbbing veins, feeling his pounding heartbeat in her throat. Jet’s fingers tightened, pulling hard on Smellerbee’s shaggy hair.

RETCH~!!

Smellerbee sputtered, rheumy liquids beginning to run down her face. She could feel her lungs pleading with her for oxygen, but she ignored such frivolous demands. The delicious, alluring taste of Jet’s addictive cock was overriding any such concerns in her mind. Smellerbee’s tiny hand came forward, caressing and groping the full balls of her leader.

So full~ She thought And all for me~!

There were other adult women in the Freedom Fighters, but none of them were fighters like Smellerbee. The rest of them reserved themselves to traditional roles, teaching the younger kids they looked after, washing clothes, preparing food, and even doing the construction work to expand their tree-top fort. Not Smellerbee, though; she had been a fighter since the moment she was picked up by them. Since the moment he saved her.

“Oooh, fuck, ‘Bee,” Jet grunted. His massive cock bucked, battering the soft innards of Smellerbee’s throat with its hard form. Thick strands of spittle bubbled up from Smellerbee’s lips, covering the girthy shaft of fuck meat in a healthy layer of saliva. The black eyeliner around her baggy eyes was starting to smudge as tears ran, a sign of just how little oxygen she had left. But still, Smellerbee persisted. She bobbed her head up and down Jet’s shaft, making her head look like a blur.

Jet’s hand pushed on the back of Smellerbee’s head, pushing the female freedom fighter back down towards his base.

Yes~! Yes~! Smellerbee thought Cum~! 

“Smellerbee~!” Jet exclaimed, throwing his head backwards. His grip on her hair became like a vise, pushing her down to the base. Smellerbee sputtered, her hand weakly tapping at his thigh as her lungs were now truly out of air. Jet’s massive dick engorged itself, clogging her throat completely. The bulbous head erupted, spraying thick ropes of seed straight into the freedom fighter’s belly. Smellerbee’s stomach slowly but surely began to grow as rope after rope of semi-solid cock snot slammed into her innards and settled in her guts. The taste made her eyes roll deep into the back of her, her skin turning to gooseflesh. Her nipples on her decently sized chest became erect as her cunt drooled between her legs, desperately aching for some sort of touch.

Smellerbee was built like a normal woman. Her breasts were enough for a handful (though most breasts are), but she wouldn’t be able to suck on them herself. Her hips were just curvy enough to betray her assigned sex, but far from the curvaceous, hourglass or pear-shaped figures she saw on many benders and even some non-benders. The world desired and pedestalled those types of women, raising them in society. Even a few of the non-combatant freedom fighter women had tits bigger than their heads or ass cheeks that they couldn’t help but collide when they moved. Not Smellerbee. 

Lithe, wiry, those were the best words to describe her. Her torso was flat, a six-pack covering her stomach above a thin frame of hips. Her cunt was a mound of Venus, risen above a bit from her skin. Her thighs had a gap that was normally hidden by baggy breeches. Her ass was small but tight, best described as perky with no bounce when she walked at all.

And yet Jet, Longshot, Sneers, and Pipsqueak all agreed she was easily the best lay in the Freedom Fighters. Much like in combat, Smellerbee was downright lethal during sex. Each of her holes was a weapon for draining cocks and making men break. And Jet’s cumshot proved what she already knew.

That her body was just as good as anyone with hyper-sized tits or asses.

Smellerbee began to retreat from Jet’s still-hard cock, making sure to part with every inch of it slowly. Her skilled tongue coiled around the girthy shaft, lapping and licking, making sure to remove every morsel of dick debris from its surface. The thorough spit shine left a thin, glistening layer of her spittle on Jet’s cock like a calling card, reminding the leader of the Freedom Fighters who had made him feel so good. Soon, only the tip remained, with Smellerbee planting a passionate goodbye kiss on it, circling the spongy head with her mouth before finally breaking her contact with the cock with a meaty POP!

MUWAH~!!

Thin strands of saliva still connected Smellerbee’s pouty lips to Jet’s bulbous head. She gasped, sucking down plenty of air into her lungs.

“Fuck~” she moaned, reaching up with a hand to start stroking Jet’s still-hard, damp dick. “I wish I could put that cock snot on every meal I eat.”

Jet grunted, covered in sweat. His head rolled forward, flashing a grin at Smellerbee. “I think you’d start skipping the meal and just eating the garnish.”

“I don’t even know what that word means, and I don’t care~” Smellerbee replied. “Just shove this bitch breaker in me already~ I’ve been thinking about it all day~”

Smellerbee let out a yelp of excitement as Jet pounced on her. The female freedom fighter found herself on her back, with her leader’s mouth sealed around one of her nipples. Smellerbee let out a moan of pleasure, bringing her small hands up to run her lithe, stubby digits through Jet’s shaggy brown hair. Her cunt was drooling between her legs as she began to buck her hips, begging Jet to stick it in her. His tip was kissing her plump pussy, teasing her entrance.

“In!” She demanded, gripping his hair tighter, giving it a firm yank. “In! In! In! In!”

Jet thrust forward, plunging his massive member into Smellerbee’s weeping cunt. She let out a shrill shriek of pleasure. The bulge in her stomach was a near-perfect one-to-one outline of Jet’s ginormous cock. The leader of the Freedom Fighters let out a laboured grunt as he drilled into her snug cunt.

“So fucking tight~” Jet groaned. His strong hands went to her hips, taking hold of her lithe body. Smellerbee shuddered as she felt his fingers tracing across her soft skin. Her head rolled backwards, letting the moans better bubble up from her throat. Her eyes were glazed over with lust, her entire body rocked back and forth, absorbing the brutal blows of Jet’s rutting. Her hands danced across the stuffed-straw mattress as her nervous system faltered for a moment. She managed to finally take hold of the very edge of the bed, stabilising herself.

“Ooooh~” Smellerbee moaned. “So deeeeep~ So th-thick~”

Jet gnashed his teeth together as his huge cock bucked, battering the soft innards of Smellerbee’s snatch with its hard form. The female freedom fighter groaned, arching her back as her cunt contracted around Jet’s impressive dick. The pillar of fuck meat was throbbing deep inside of her, pressing against all of her most sensitive spots. His mouth dove forward suddenly, kissing her neck roughly.

“Jeeeeeeeeeet~!” She squealed. Her stubby fingers were holding Jet’s hair tightly, making his scalp sting as she twisted his brunette locks. Every thrust was making her already tight twat grip him harder. His bulbous tip was pounding against Smellerbee’s cervix, beating it like a battering ram against a city gate, trying to force its way inside. Their free hands found each other, interlacing their fingers. “Jeeeeet~” She moaned again, letting her eyes flutter shut. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over Smellerbee’s body. Her skin was gooseflesh. Her pink nipples were rigid caps on her small breasts, covered in bruises and bite marks now. She felt his already impressively huge cock engorge itself even bigger, clogging her cunt completely. The bulbous, spongy head erupted with a shot of dick spit, coating her cervix in a sticky spray of off-white cock water. Smellerbee curled her toes so hard they cracked. Her back had achieved an impressive arch.

“I want to f-feel this monst-er in my wooooomb~” Smellerbee moaned, running her hand through Jet’s bushel of hair. Her tone was fuck-drunk. Saliva spider-webbed in her mouth as she spoke. Heady breaths blew onto Jet’s ear, only turning the leader of the Freedom Fighters on more. His grip on Smellerbee’s hand and hip tightened, effectively pinning her to the bed. His hips picked up their pace, brutally pounding against her cervix over and over and over and over and over again. Every thrust was a massive bulge in Smellerbee’s belly. The female Freedom Fighter moaned and mewled, her eyes rolling off in two different directions. Her tongue was hanging from her mouth, coating her chin in saliva.

“Yesssh~!” She slurred the word as she gnashed her teeth together. Jet was focusing hard; every thrust was an act of intense labour. She was growing tighter and tighter by the second. His cock bucked, battering her soft innards with its hard form.

A haphazard spray of squirt erupted from Smellerbee’s twat, splattering against Jet’s strong legs. She spasmed and shook, as if Jet’s cock were a live wire being run through her. He felt her fingers curl tightly against his, reminding him of just how strong she was. Her whole body was shaking as her cunt gushed like a geyser. Her mind melted, leaving one of her eyes fluttering shut.

“Haaaaah~” she moaned pathetically. Her face was flushed red with arousal.

“You good, ‘Bee?” Jet asked, his cocksure grin on his face. His hand left her hip, moving up to stroke the side of her sweat-soaked face. Smellerbee only replied with a few pathetic, haggard, submissive moans.

“Good,” Jet grinned, tilting his head. He thrust forward. Smellerbee’s cervix finally yielded to him. She squealed with pleasure, her tongue leapt from her lips as her eyes opened wide. Rheumy liquids were running down her face as Jet’s spongy cock head pounded into her womb. The tip kissed her innermost wall, filling as much space in her baby chamber as it could take. Despite still reeling from her most recent finish, Smellerbee came again. Another eruption of squirt soaked the straw-stuffed bed she and Jet were lying on. Her thin legs spasmed.

“Haaaaaaaaa~” she let out a droning moan. Her fingers release their death grip on the back of Jet’s head. His hands were on her hips now, with Smellerbee’s arms up above her head.

“Fuuuuck~” Smellerbee cooed. “J-Jet~”

His lips sealed around her nipple, the less abused one. She let out a stifled moan, bringing a hand to her mouth and biting down on her finger, mirroring the bite Jet was pressing into her nipple.

His thrusts were slower now, dipping his hips to scrape his cock along her love tunnel, making sure his pounding veins were kissing her overstimulated snatch. His cock shuddered, growing for a moment and spitting a wad of cock water straight into Smellerbee’s womb, giving her a fresh, clear coating.

“Jeeeet~” She moaned. Her mind was mush, melted from the overwhelming waves of pleasure that were cascading across her body. She couldn’t think straight. “Cuuuuummmm~”

“What’s that, “bee?” Jet teased her, barely lifting his mouth from her nipple before returning to it just as quickly.

“Cummmmmm~” Smellerbee mewled. “Cummmmm~” She whimpered the word, squeezing her legs tightly around Jet’s massive member.

“You want my cum?” Jet teased, once again, only separating from her nipple for a second.

“Yesssss~” Smellerbee moaned. Her eyes were closed now, too overstimulated and fuck drunk to use any senses beyond touch and hearing.’

“If that’s what you want~” Jet teased her. His hand leapt up, wrapping around her throat. Smellerbee let out a gasp, then a purr at the touch. His strong finger squeezed the sides, restricting the blood flow just enough. Her already fuck-drunk state was quickly heightened by this action. Jet picked up the pace of his thrusts, pounding into the female Freedom Fighter with an intensity that he had not shown her yet.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Smellerbee squealed, though her voice was stifled by the hand on her throat. Her entire body was lurching and shaking with Jet’s thrusts. Her hands and fingers danced in the air, her nervous system once again refusing to obey her. Jet gnashed his teeth, feeling his orgasm approaching quickly.

With a final hilting, Jet’s massive member erupted deep into Smellerbee’s snatch. Her belly bloated quickly as her womb was packed full of Jet’s cock snot. The female Freedom Fighter felt another orgasm washing over her. She could only let out a long, droning moan of pleasure. One of her eyes was snapped shut, the other was glazed over with lust. Her tongue was pressed against her chin. Jet lowered himself as his cock pumped rope after rope of ball batter into Smellerbee. A wad a saliva fell from his lips, lowering slowly through the air, still connected to his mouth. Smellerbee craned her neck, catching the spittle out of the air and swallowing it. A haggard moan escaped her lips as she parted her lips to show her empty mouth.

Jet assembled his best Fighters. Smellerbee, of course, but also a pudgy man named Sneers, a silent archer called Longshot, an older fellow (Smellerbee assumed he was maybe in his thirties) called Pipsqueak, and Pipsqueak’s ward, a young boy called ‘The Duke’. She knew none of their real names, except for Sneers (that was his real name, apparently).

They were gathered in one of the larger huts in their Tree-Top Hideout. It was big enough to house a table, made out of a series of branches laid on top of ration crates, with a large piece of wood that they had ripped off the side of a wagon placed on top of it. There was a crudely drawn map of the local area, stitched together with several official maps (all stolen).

“Okay,” Jet stated. “It’s nearly the New Year. That means a fresh platoon will be coming to occupy Gaipan. There are four possible routes they could take through the forest to arrive. If the stories we heard from that guard we interrogated are true, they’re going to be pushing forward with a mining operation next month. Which means …”

“Blasting jelly,” Sneers stated. “But Jet, it’s the dry season. What about the river? Are we just going to sit on this plan until the summer?”

Jet let out a sigh, bringing a hand to his mouth as he chewed on the wheat stock. “Sadly, that’s all we can do, Sneers. We’ll just have to hope the blasting jelly stays until then. Maybe we’ll get lucky, and it’ll rain early this year. But, those are problems for later.”

Jet’s finger came down on the map again, tapping on the village of Gaipan.

“There’s four routes into the city. If we don’t know where the fresh platoon is coming from, then they’ll slip into the village with our supplies,” Jet explained. “We need someone to slip into the city and get that information.”

He turned and looked at Smellerbee. She had a blue bandanna on, keeping her shaggy hair out of her eyes. Her face had paint on it, two red streaks on her cheeks, and blue outlining her eyes, giving her an intense look. A large leather chestplate covered her body, hiding what little curves she had. Her right shoulder had a metal pauldron on it. Two oversized off-white gloves were on her hands. Her legs were covered in baggy black breaches, with a blue half-shawl on her right leg, held in place by a belt. Large brown boots went halfway up her ankles.

“Gonna need our expert on getting … information out of soldiers,” Jet snickered, grinning at her like a fiend.

“Jet, c’mon, man,” Pipqueak said. “Not in front of the kid.”

“I’m just complimenting her skills, Pipsqueak,” Jet chuckled, looking over his shoulder at the behemoth of a man. Pipsqueak let out a grunt, settling the matter. Jet turned back to Smellerbee. He reached out, stroking the side of Smellerbee’s cheek with the back of his fingers. “You can get that info, right, Smellerbee?”

She nodded her head quickly. “Easy as always, Jet. I’ll go tonight.”

“Good,” Jet nodded.

A slender figure dashed through the night, perfectly evading the patrols, having memorised the guard’s routes over the years. The figure vaulted over the high wall, managing to leap up to the top of it and pull itself over. Once inside, it shed the large black cloak it had on.

Smellerbee looked around, confirming she had not been spotted. She reached down, picking at the tight pair of micro-shorts that were giving her a wedgie. They were so small that even a meagre ass like hers was spilling out of the material. The clothing started just above her pussy and ended just below it. She adjusted her top, a tiny crop top that made her tits look like they had some substance. Her breasts were still discoloured with bruises from Jet the night before. Her shaggy brown hair was tied up in a messy bun. She’d never learned how to do it properly before she became a Freedom Fighter. Her face was cleared of her war paint, but also lacked makeup.

She moved through the village, heading towards the spot she’d been to a dozen times.

Many of the women in the village had taken to using their bodies to get extra rations and supplies. Every night, they gathered near the front of the village, waiting for soldiers to come by, bartering sexual favours for what they wanted. And every night, one guard in particular came. He wasn’t there for himself. He was there for the commander of the occupation force. Smellerbee had made sure to make herself scarce but also favourite, meaning every time she did appear, he picked her.

The female Freedom Fighter rounded the corner, finding the collection of desperate girls who were forced to gain help this way. Smellerbee kept her head down as always. There was an air of shame over the assembled sluts. It was like a smokescreen for the Freedom Fighter. No one questioned who she was, despite it being a smaller village where everyone knew just about everyone.

Soon, the lamplights approached. A selection of guards moved towards the group. They ranged in age from contemporaries of the youngest of the assembled girls to old enough to be their grandfathers. One by one, each of the girls was selected by their lecherous suitor, hauled off to who-knew-where to be used and discarded for the night, begging the whole time for some help.

Smellerbee felt a rough, calloused hand on her chin, pulling her head up to inspect.

“Ohhh, ain’t she pretty?” leered an older, portly Fire Nation soldier. His breath reeked of alcohol, and his face was flushed red. Another guard leaned forward to inspect what the drunkard had discovered.

“Oh, nah mate, you can’t have that one. She’s the boss’s favourite,” The other guard explained. “She only comes out every once in a while. But, since you found her, you’ll get the pick of all the girls left.”

Smellerbee’s eyes darted to the right without moving her head. There were four girls left, all of them quite young. She didn’t recognise a single one of them. Their makeup was done shoddily, and their clothes weren’t enticing at all. They were dressed down, but nothing slutty.

New girls, guess time still marches on. I bet this is their first night. I bet half of them are virgins Smellerbee thought.

A rough hand grabbed Smellerbee’s shoulder, pushing her forward.

“Alright, c’mon,” the guard said, making the female Freedom Fighter walk forward. “The boss’ll be delighted to see.”

Smellerbee’s eyes lingered on the large, three-story, Earth-Kingdom-style building at the back of the village. She’d been in there plenty of times, all the “enjoy” the company of the captain of the occupying garrison (and steal his secrets). Every time she broke in, it was a risk. The female Freedom Fighter always worried that the captain would determine she was the source of information leaks that gave her group the upper hand.

Behind her, back with the group of girls, Smellerbee heard one of them scream.

Fire Nation scum Smellerbee thought, trying to put the disgusting thoughts of what those poor girls would experience tonight out of her mind.

The door to the captain’s quarters slid shut. Smellerbee looked around, noting the familiar look of the room. It was a large space, with a working desk covered in parchments and ink wells. A shrine, dedicated to Fire Lord Ozai, is in the corner near that desk. On the opposite side of the room was the mattress and a stand for armour. The armour was currently put away. Next to that was a bathing room.

The captain emerged from there, dressed only in a towel. He was an older man, with streaks of grey in his hair and a chiselled chin. Unlike most of his men, he was in good shape. Not rippling with muscles and defined abs, but far leaner than most. All he had on was a thin towel, barely doing enough to cover his flaccid cock.

“My gorgeous flower, you have bloomed again,” he grinned. “So happy to see you wish to enjoy my company once more.”

“Of course, My Lord,” Smellerbee said, forcing a smile onto her face. The Captain held no official title beyond his military rank, but Smellerbee had learned what he liked from their repeated rendezvous. She turned to face him, keeping her eyes locked on his. Her dainty hands reached behind her back, undoing her top and letting it fall to the floor, exposing her meagre breasts to the Captain.

A lecherous grin spread across his face as his eyes drank in Smellerbee’s topless form. The towel around his waist bounced slightly as his cock began to stiffen, pressing against the thin, wet material.

Smellerbee inhaled sharply, trying to keep herself from giving away her true feelings. She sank to her knees seiza style, hands on her thighs.

“Good girl,” the captain grinned. “Now, come claim your object of worship.”

He removed his towel, exposing his rigid erection. The towel fell to the floor in an unceremonious pile. Smellerbee gazed at the rigid member. It was big for a normal-sized dick. Nowhere near the size of the bitch breakers that Freedom Fighters like Jet had. Smellerbee knew she’d never feel the tip of this cock scraping against the backside of her womb, but it could certainly beat a bruise onto her cervix with ease.

She leaned forward, onto her hands and knees and began to crawl, keeping her head down as she did so, just the way she knew he liked.

The captain ogled at the lithe, petite body of the unknown slut before him. He’d never bother to ask her name; he didn’t care what it was. She had the body he desired. A thin twig that he could pump and down his shaft like a doll. He watched the way her perky ass swayed, just big enough to have some jiggle and wobble as she moved. His dick twitched, jutting away from his crotch like the bowsprit of a ship.

Smellerbee reached his feet and pushed up, now on her knees and eye level with the captain’s cock. She wasted no time, grabbing hold of the shaft with only one hand (all she needed to completely capture it) and put the tip in her mouth. Her skilled, pouty lips sealed around the fuck rod.

The captain threw his head back in pure ecstasy, already overwhelmed by the skill of the slut sucking his cock. Slobber bubbled up from Smellerbee’s pouty lips, coating the decently sized cock in spittle and worship. Smellerbee’s head bobbed up and down the shaft rapidly, effortlessly deep throating the captain. Her tongue swirled around the massive member, pressing against the pounding veins. They weren’t nearly as big or pronounced as Jet’s were, but the rhythmic thud in her throat was still sending arousal coursing through her bloodstream.

SUCC~! GULP~! GLUKK~! GLUKK~! GULP~! SUCC~! SWALLOW~! GULP~! SUCC~! SUCC~! GULP~! SUCC~!

The captain’s moans filled the air. He began to thrust forward, meeting Smellerbee’s moving mouth. His hand went to her freshly washed hair. His strong, calloused fingers dug into her luscious locks, dragging them along her scalp. Smellerbee had her eyes shut. His fingers curled quickly, gripping hard. The female Freedom Fighter let out a grunt as she felt the sting on her head. Her skin was gooseflesh now as her twat began to drool between her legs. She swallowed hard, hollowing out her cheeks and constricting her throat against the captain’s cock.

“Fuuuuuck~” he groaned. “What a good fucking mouthpiece you are. Keep sucking slut!”

Smellerbee did just that. She didn’t find the degrading words as enjoyable as when Jet spoke them, for she knew he meant it. She hilted the cock to the base, kissing the captain’s pubic bone. Her tongue bathed the massive member in slobber and worship. The captain hissed, gnashing his teeth hard. The decently sized dick engorged itself, nearly clogging Smellerbee’s throat. A watery shot of pre-seed erupted from the tip, spraying straight into Smellerbee’s stomach. The Freedom Fighter relaxed a bit. She had a fear that she couldn’t shake. Even though she knew that the captain of the garrison wasn’t a Firebender, the fear always overtook her right before he shot anything into her. Her stomach would sour at the idea of being boiled from the inside out by the volcanic lava that was Firebender cum.

“You know what I love about you, you fucking slut?” The captain asked. Smellerbee kept her head down, bobbing up and down the shaft rapidly, trying to get the captain to finish as fast as she could. “You never ask for anything. You just want this dick. A good Earth Kingdom whore, who knows where the superior dick is.”

And I love that you’re a one pump chump who passes out after he busts his nut Smellerbee thought And you never question why I’m gone in the morning

Her hand came up, groping the captain’s ball sack. He shuddered in response, gripping Smellerbee’s head tighter and thrusting into her mouth. She could just barely feel the cum writhing around in his balls, begging to be released.

She swallowed hard, hollowing out her cheeks and constricting her throat, making sure that her oral hole was as tight as a vise. The decently sized dick bucked wildly, battering the soft innards of Smellerbee’s throat. A watery shot of pre-cum erupted from his bulbous, spongy head, spraying straight into Smellerbee’s throat.

Come on~ Smellerbee moaned. Her rabbit-doe-like eyes glanced up at the captain. They were glazed over with lust. The captain shuddered as his nuts contracted. Smellerbee groped the sagging sack, massaging as much of the nut sludge as she could, guaranteeing his collapse from exhaustion.

Rope after rope of watery cock snot fell into Smellerbee’s stomach. She shuddered at the taste. Her hand moved to her stomach, massaging her soft skin to churn the cum in her belly.

The captain let out a final groan, throwing his head backwards as the last few droplets of cum slithered out of his tip onto Smellerbee’s tongue. The now fully flaccid member fell from her mouth as the captain collapsed to his mattress, gasping in pleasure.

“Fucking hell, bitch,” he chuckled, basking in the afterglow of his finish.

Smellerbee swallowed, clearing her mouth of his dick debris. It didn’t taste good, but it wasn’t the worst ball batter she’d ever had. She rubbed her arm against her chin, clearing the excess dick debris that had clung to her face when the cock exited her mouth. She glanced at the captain. His eyes were closed with a smile on his face, fast asleep.

Every time Smellerbee smiled to herself.

The bottomless Freedom Fighter rose to her feet, moving quietly across the room to avoid waking him up. She reached his desk and began to go through the parchments that were strewn about, reading them over quickly. She knew that if she took anything they’d notice, sooner or later, that it was missing. She couldn’t risk access to this room. Her deft fingers traced over a newer letter with a freshly cracked seal. She held it up, reading it over twice.

There it is! She found a grin on her face.

It was just before dawn. Jet, Longshot, Sneers, Pipsqueak, The Duke, and Smellerbee were making final preparations for their mission. The new garrison was only a few hours from Gaipan, but they were going to make sure those soldiers never made it. Blasting jelly, that was their target. After that, they weren’t sure, but they’d have explosives. More than they’d ever had before.

“Hey, Smellerbee,” Jet called as he wandered into Smellerbee’s room in the Tree Top Hideout.

“What is it?” Smellerbee asked without looking up as she tightened her boots and then sheathed her knife.

Jet sat down on her bed next to her.

“Great work getting that info. We can’t run this without you,” He said before planting a kiss on her cheek. He rose and left just as quickly as he’d come into the room.

Smellerbee waited until she was alone, then let herself melt a bit. Her face turned red as a hand came up to caress where Jet had kissed her.